Sunday, January 18, 2009

FAANS


दर्द बस तब तक महसूस होता है,
जब तक फांस दिखती है आँख को,
और उँगलियाँ करती हैं कोशिश,
उसे निकाल फेंकने की,
एक पतली सी सुई लेकर.
जब फांस दिखती नही,
मे मान जाती हूँ,
की दर्द नही है अब.

10 comments:

Noni said...

just reminds me..images from "Un chien andalou" by Buñuel and Salvador Dalí..

context different

Anonymous said...

beautiful poem..

delhidreams said...

woh dard sabse majboor hua, jise apne hone ke liye ek phaans ki jaroorat padi

Impressionist said...

why dont u put up a english version?

-I

oceanic mirages said...

noni: :) DALI... that sure was taken as acompliment.

the lover: thanx.

Adi: aur zamane ka dastoor dekhiye, majboori ki intiha hi hui,
ki koyi faans dikhata rahe, aur koi faans chupata raha.

Impressionist: will try to put it up soon.

Phoenix said...

Out of sight, out of mind. but not out of heart.

Mampi said...

Beautiful,
and more beautiful is your and Adi's question and answer on the comment section.
OcMi, edit ur post to put these on this main post,
the answers by adi and your retort.

SHUBHAJIT said...

sometimes u create magic with simple words..go on!

dharmabum said...

simple and beautiful!

How do we know said...

is it just me, or is there a definite maturity in ur words of late? The last post and this one.. they are in a different league altogether.. remind me of that one sher in a gazal u'd posted long ago...

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